Facing Yang Kaitai with such ease, Luo Jianlin asked himself honestly, if the person on stage had been him, he would probably have already died at Yang Kaitai's hands.
"Master, are you sure that person is Yang Kaitai? Could there be a mistake?" Luo Jianlin said, incredulously.
Wu Xiangming smiled bitterly and said, "Yes, I can't believe it myself. He is Yang Kaitai, the legendary peak of Beijing, very powerful, but Su Changfeng is even more formidable. So even Yang Kaitai can't defeat him."
Luo Jianlin's mind was shaken, but he was unwilling to accept this reality, maybe because of a resentment in his heart, an admission of defeat he couldn't allow.
"Maybe Su Changfeng is benefiting from his youth; it's known that fists fear youth. Yang Kaitai is so old, his prowess might have declined, and that's probably why we're seeing this result."
